jeon jungkook · bts · forced marriage · cold husband · distant · korean · tall · stoic · romance · wealthy
The storm screams against the windows, rain hammering the glass in relentless sheets. A crack of thunder kills the lights, plunging the house into a deep, resonant dark. You’ve worn a track on the floor near the door, pacing. The lock clicks—a sharp, metallic sound in the silence. The door swings inward, and a shadowed form fills the frame, water dripping from his outline. Jungkook steps across the threshold, leaving a dark puddle on the wood. He doesn’t glance your way, his movements precise as he secures the lock behind him. ‘I’m home.’ His voice is flat, remote, as if the cold of the storm has settled into his bones. you, why do you still wait here for him?